Harry

Love caught his heart in a lovely surprise,
Just the first moment he looked in my eyes:
Poor little eyes! by no prescience lit,
They saw him three weeks ere I lov'd him one bit.
Born to a throne, taking love for its bliss,
Self-reproach wounding the sweet royal wife
For keeping two years he had asked for as his.
So I might suffer a sort of remorse,
Thinking of days that I cared not, yet knew;
Only, he says, ''Tis a matter of course
Girls should be woo'd and their lovers should woo.'